Rescue
Spock really wished to be elsewhere at the moment. The captain was currently speaking to the president of the planet they were currently visiting to secure mining rights for the federation. Spock had been told to wait in the sitting room where the president's very obnoxious secretary was trying to engage him in small talk.
Her name was Chelsea. She was tanned, about 1.80 meters tall, at least with her enormously high heels, had a very tiny waist that was not at all proportionate to her rather ample bosom. Her dark hair was styled in a way that made Spock wonder how many cans of hairspray she used every day and her obviously fake fingernails were way too long to be practical for a secretary.
Her "clothing" consisted of a very transparent blouse with a low neckline and a skirt that barely covered her bottom. The woman's face was a mask of far too bright and too much make-up and from her uncomfortably close proximity, Spock could smell that she had probably bathed in perfume.
He was considering going to the president's office just to be rid of her when another girl caught his eye. She was standing at the coffee machine, waiting for the device to finish the hot beverage. She was about 1.60 meters tall, had blonde short hair that was secured in a ponytail by a silver hair clip and had rather pale skin. She wore a black shirt that exposed half of her forearms to reveal an old-fashioned wristwatch with a black leather strap. Her dark blue skirt reached the middle of her thighs and was wide and decorated with small cartoony spaceships. A pair of shapely long legs was clad in opaque black tights and knee-high, flat black boots. Small silver earrings glittered in the light.
Apparently Chelsea had noticed her too because she looked the blonde up and down with contempt. "You know, sweetie, if you didn't drink your coffee with so much milk and sugar, you could be much slimmer. And your hair needs a new conditioner, it looks like straw." Spock would never understand women and their need to insult women that they thought to be less attractive. But the girl simply turned away from the machine with a very fake polite smile on her orange-tinted lips and answered in a similarly fake sweet voice: "You know Chelsea, I really should do something about the straw on my head, but I don't think there is a cure for the straw in yours."
Chelsea stared at her colleague and then stormed from the room, foaming with anger. Had he been human, Spock probably would have laughed. The girl shook her head and turned back to the coffee machine. He was about to approach her, when Kirk entered the room. "Good that this is over. Let's get out of here. Such an arrogant idiot, seriously." The girl snorted and hid her grin in her cup. The captain nodded in greeting and left the room. Before Spock followed him to the beam up point, he gave her a look he hoped she understood as being grateful. Apparently she did because he found blueish gray eyes smiling at him over the top of her cup.
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